Chapter 11 - BPOV
I watch as he walks towards me and my breath catches.
He doesn't even realize how hot he is.
He stands here looking down at me, and then he starts to ask me something. But his voice fails him, he clears his throat and then asks me to dance.
I am taken aback but I know I need to answer him.
I look up into his eyes, and say yes.
He extends his hand to me and I take it.
He leads me onto the dance floor and he holds me in his arms.
We sway to the music, and I can feel my heart hammering in my chest.
He smells so good and I love the feeling of being so close to him.
It feels right.
We fit together perfectly, like I was made to be with him.
I wrap my arms tighter as we dance, and he pulls me in close.
I can feel the eyes of other people on us as we move together, but I don't really care. Mike doesn't own me, I can dance with anyone I want to.
Besides Mike just up and left me here to go do something or someone. What am I supposed to do, sit here and watch people? No thank you.
Edward brushed the hair away from my face, and ran his fingers across my cheek.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a whisper.
"Yes, thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"No one ever asks if I'm okay," I smile at him.
I look over his shoulder and see Mike.
Fuck, he looks mad.
I feel Mike pull Edward away from me.
"Let go of my woman," he sneered.
I felt the tension erupt in the room as both guys glared at each other.
Hell no, he did not call me his woman.